27-08-2026, 04:15 PM
As she watched the techs clean off his head and face, turn him gently and inspect him for other injuries, she could see that there appeared to be only the deep gouge from the right back side of his head running almost to his temple. It was a flesh wound. He’d live, and she realized she was just now letting out the breath she seemed to have been holding since the second she’d heard the first shots.
So the vision was false. It had seemed so real but it was just her mind playing tricks on her.
They had brought in rolling stretchers, lowered one and, with three men helping, lifted him onto it. Then they raised it to waist level and while talking on their radios began pushing him toward the entrance. She started to walk toward him then stopped.
When it was happening, when everything seemed to have changed forever, she had held him without thought. It was as if the last six months - the last four years - had never happened, but they had.
Now, as she thought about walking to him and holding his hand, she found herself wondering how that would look to the men around her. If they knew what had happened, would they think the spectacle of the cheating wife holding her wounded husband’s hand was just a show for the crowd?
She walked beside him without touching him.
If she had said what was really in her mind, she was afraid she’d break down again so she forced a grin and said, “Well, no great loss then.”
He grinned back.
“Bye Deb. Kiss the kids for me.”
Then they were pushing him out the front door and she was alone with a host of strange men. They were checking her out and, for the first time in her memory, it made her feel uncomfortable, but she walked over to where the big bald cop stood.
“I wanted to thank you, and tell your friend Phil thanks for me too. In case you weren’t aware, I’m Bill’s ex.”
He stared at her and took in her breasts but the smile on his face didn’t reach his eyes.
“I know who you are. I’ve seen you with him around the courthouse, before you screwed around on him.”
“We got a divorce. It happens. But I still want to thank you for what you did.”
He shook his head.
“I’m divorced. Most cops wind up divorced. Fact of life. But Maitland wasn’t screwing around on you, best I hear. You screwed his head. I kinda blame you for this. If you hadn’t messed him up, I don’t think he would have come down on Shawn like the wrath of God. He might have been more of a human being.”
She stared him down.
“Doesn’t matter what you think about me. He has two kids that didn’t do anything to your friend. Thank you for them.”
She turned and walked out. If he had said anything in reply she didn’t hear and didn’t care.
So the vision was false. It had seemed so real but it was just her mind playing tricks on her.
They had brought in rolling stretchers, lowered one and, with three men helping, lifted him onto it. Then they raised it to waist level and while talking on their radios began pushing him toward the entrance. She started to walk toward him then stopped.
When it was happening, when everything seemed to have changed forever, she had held him without thought. It was as if the last six months - the last four years - had never happened, but they had.
Now, as she thought about walking to him and holding his hand, she found herself wondering how that would look to the men around her. If they knew what had happened, would they think the spectacle of the cheating wife holding her wounded husband’s hand was just a show for the crowd?
She walked beside him without touching him.
“Do you want me to ride with you - in the ambulance - to the hospital, Bill?” He looked back at her walking slightly behind the stretcher.
“No, that’s okay.” She’d expected it, but...
“I’ll be okay, Deb. I want you to find Kelly and BJ. Let them know I’m okay.
They’re liable to say I’m dying on the television and radio casts.” He focused in on her eyes.
“I’m good, Debbie, really. I’ll be alright. I won’t be quite as cute as I used to be, but...”If she had said what was really in her mind, she was afraid she’d break down again so she forced a grin and said, “Well, no great loss then.”
He grinned back.
“Bye Deb. Kiss the kids for me.”
Then they were pushing him out the front door and she was alone with a host of strange men. They were checking her out and, for the first time in her memory, it made her feel uncomfortable, but she walked over to where the big bald cop stood.
“I wanted to thank you, and tell your friend Phil thanks for me too. In case you weren’t aware, I’m Bill’s ex.”
He stared at her and took in her breasts but the smile on his face didn’t reach his eyes.
“I know who you are. I’ve seen you with him around the courthouse, before you screwed around on him.”
“We got a divorce. It happens. But I still want to thank you for what you did.”
He shook his head.
“I’m divorced. Most cops wind up divorced. Fact of life. But Maitland wasn’t screwing around on you, best I hear. You screwed his head. I kinda blame you for this. If you hadn’t messed him up, I don’t think he would have come down on Shawn like the wrath of God. He might have been more of a human being.”
She stared him down.
“Doesn’t matter what you think about me. He has two kids that didn’t do anything to your friend. Thank you for them.”
She turned and walked out. If he had said anything in reply she didn’t hear and didn’t care.
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